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When folks used to write about zombies, their stories always had a “science fiction-y” feel to them. The cause was either an alien ray-gun, a voodoo curse, a runaway virus, or some chemical agent let loose on an unsuspecting populace. It was totally fake — never would’ve happened outside of a George Romero movie or…Click here for reuse options!
It seems as if we’re experiencing near-monthly “100-year storms” lately — welcome to the end of days! Hurricanes along the gulf coast, tornadoes throughout the midwest, winter disasters in New England, typhoons and earthquakes across the globe — no matter where you live or what your situation, the best time to prepare for certain destruction…Click here for reuse options!
“Oh look,” a passing woman squealed. That’s one of the deadliest spiders in the world — but what a beautiful web he’s weaving. So intricate!” Glancing down at the black widow busily spinning silk on a fence near the kiddie rides, thoughts raced through the coaster’s mind. “He’s not so special. I’m just as complex…Click here for reuse options!
You lie there as you have for weeks, Surrounded by a cloud of disease, thick like flies at a summer picnic, Noxious and silent — maggots breeding in the potato salad, waiting for an unsuspecting bite. The Lysol stink, the haze of medicinal smells, Barely conceals the stench of your body — rotting from the…Click here for reuse options!
How many times in youth, Did you pull me back from the brink? With callused and sunburnt hand, Grabbing my arm, wiping a tear, pulling me close. Safety — a tiny cheek against your rough shirt, Smells of hard work and beer and love, Radiating outward from your body in crushing waves, Threatening to pound…Click here for reuse options!
Head thrown back, spine arched, arms outstretched — the silhouetted outline of her body showing through the filmy peignoir. Sheer material billowed and fluttered around her, caressing her limbs like a cherished lover. The look on her face was one of sheer ecstasy, but he knew it was all a gigantic lie. Heartbroken. She’d told…Click here for reuse options!
I have a lot to say about the world in my fascist state (too much, if the truth be told). But I’m just standing on the shoulders of giants — I owe a huge debt of gratitude to all those smart-ass social commentators who came before me, inspiring me with their caustic wit. Let me…Click here for reuse options!
I have been organizing people my entire life, and doing so professionally for more than 10 years — but I recently faced the hardest decluttering challenge I could ever imagine, when my mother passed away and left a house overflowing with “stuff” for me and my sisters to deal with. The Sheer Volume Now I’ve…Click here for reuse options!